Part 1 (1/2)

Friends or Lovers.

Commissioned by Social Exchange Ltd.

Rory Ridley-Duff.

Acknowledgments.

The people who made this book possible are numerous. Firstly, Id like to thank Caroline, my wife, for the enormous patience and support she has given to my writing aspirations. It is every authors dream to have someone with whom they can freely discuss ideas, draft chapters, propose story lines, and who will also check their ma.n.u.script for errors and support them through lean times. For these and many other reasons, you are still my dream woman.

To family members and life-long friends who did not spare my feelings in their feedback on early drafts, you have my enduring thanks. Your comments were invaluable and I trust you will spot your influence in the end result. To my children, Natasha and Bethany, you have been a constant source of inspiration and the best antidote to loneliness that any writer could ask for.

This book tackles a sensitive subject and I am indebted to many research partic.i.p.ants and work colleagues for the insights they have provided over the years (whether intended or not). This book is fiction but without undertaking a series of workplace studies, this text would never have seen the light of day or come close to the reality of working life in early 21st Century Britain.

To my muse in business, Poonam, I thank you for helping me find moral courage when everyone around me thought I was mad or hopelessly nave for writing this novel. Our conversations about the human condition will remain with me always.

Chapter 1.

”So, Mike,” I said, ”why have you been bothering Elona?”

He looked so unconcerned that it made me slightly irritable, but that is not something that you show in this job. Calm, confident, concise look him in the eye.

”Its nothing, just a misunderstanding. She wanted to discuss something private so I asked her if shed like to go for a drink. She said 'no. End of story. Its no big deal.”

”Not to you, maybe. Theres been a complaint.”

”Shes never said anything about it. If she felt uncomfortable, she never showed it. And yes, weve been close at times, and sometimes I think shes tried to flirt with me, but Ive always been careful.”

Mike looked uncomfortable now. His eyes looked around the floor. The frown on his brow was more p.r.o.nounced. Time to give him a push.

”Bit of a tease, was she?” I said with a laugh.

”No, thats not what Im saying. Im not making out she was 'up for it or anything crude like that. I just never got any sense that she didnt like the way I behaved.”

Yes, Mike was traditionalist all right. To him a 'bit of fun probably included the occasional trip to a lap-dancing bar or s.h.a.gging in the toilets. To Elona, it was a different matter. Still, Mike was moderately bright, had worked his way up through the ranks, landed himself a regional sales management job and probably felt he was enjoying the best years of his life. He was married and fancied himself a bit too much, if you ask me. He prided himself on being 'friendly but I just found him a creep. He was 50, one of those 'pretty boys who does not realise that they are past it. G.o.d, was he past it! He had aged well, I guess, but too old for me definitely! And he really irritated me when he shared dirty jokes with his friends but never with me. I could see right through him. He was certainly not my type. Not my type at all.

Im fairly new here. Nine months into my first job as Head of Personnel. In my previous job Id been fast-tracked to deputy director but came up against the gla.s.s ceiling. To progress I had to move. I guess the s.e.xual revolution has helped a bit. Twenty years ago this company would not have contemplated me in this position. Many of my management colleagues are women too. I can see that men have it harder in some respects, but the patriarchy seems alive and well. Mike is proof enough of that. I would not call myself a feminist, but Im not averse to a confrontation with the occasional unreconstructed man, particularly in the company of like-minded female friends. It can be quite a laugh making a s.e.xist-pig squirm.

So, here we are. Mike the macho, sales rep of the year four years ago, now leading a successful team but getting angry when one of his administrative staff wont go for a drink with him. Married with children, probably bored at home, still wanting to resurrect his youth and put it about. Not quite as straightforward as some situations Ive faced because he has a good reputation and is well liked. I think, perhaps, Id better check with my boss before I do anything here.

”Mike. Leave it with me for the next 24 hours, Ill look into this and get back to you. In the mean time, steer clear of Elona. Shes a bit sensitive at the moment. Boyfriend trouble, I think. Come see me tomorrow and well wrap this up.”

Mike did not look relieved at these comments and mumbled something I could not hear. He shook my hand. His eyes met mine and he fixed his gaze for just a second then looked away. He had never struck me as a formal sort before.

Chapter 2.

”Hes done what?” asked Dave, my director.

”Not completely sure, but it clearly looks like hes got the hots for Elona. I hear hes not been a paragon of virtue in the past. This does worry me. Elonas upset. I cant let this rest.”

I liked Dave. Unlike most men, he engaged with women as equals and was sympathetic to many of the problems they faced. I could happily spend time in his company in the office or away on business. He enjoyed working with me but was careful never to overstep the mark or make me feel uncomfortable. He was not much older than me, and I knew that he was ambitious too. We shared a professional ethic and modern outlook.

”Well, this isnt easy. Mikes good his team like him. But I agree we cant let this pa.s.s. Zero-tolerance and all that! Whats right here, Penny?”

I was not sure whether the question was rhetorical but as no more words were forthcoming I gathered my thoughts.

”As far as Im aware this is the first such complaint against Mike. I dont think he should be sacked, but we should move him. Its fair to Mike and it'll send a strong message to the rest of the company that it wont be tolerated.”

Dave looked at me thoughtfully for several seconds.

”Do it sensitively, Penny. Okay?”

I nodded.

Innovation Centre Ltd was modern and dynamic. Dave was 'Director of Business Development and spent his time seeking out creative types and developing relations.h.i.+ps with them. He found inventors, got them to commit their products to us then helped them obtain development grants. Over the last decade, the Innovation Centre or IC as we call it in-house - has created a network of 60 inventors and a catalogue of wonderful gadgets.

As for me, I did the 'women into business thing a few years back. They were dis.h.i.+ng out bursaries to encourage graduates into management. I thought I may as well get myself an MBA - couldnt see what harm it would do - and now I understand all that talk of returns on investment, net present values and can put together a business plan. I still prefer the 'relations.h.i.+p thing, however, and decided to specialise in human relations work.

Dave has a penchant for that too. He looks smart, speaks well and is incredible at building trust. He mentors me and I appreciate that. Of course hes taken most guys like him are and he now has a young child that he rarely sees. I remember that he wistfully joked once that IC not only wanted its pound of flesh but also insisted that you hand it over with a smile. Much as I like him, he is 'strictly business. Ive read my share of self-help books, but avoid the ones called 'How to Find the Man of your Dreams at Work”. Theyre fine for those who want to give up work when they find their prince, but for me theyre a heap of c.r.a.p.

My friends joke that I am a model of the Cosmopolitan revolution vibrant, smartly s.e.xy, intelligent, able to live independently, but go out on the town and get a s.h.a.g if I want to. I have my share of paranoia about my looks, but even so I am a bit of a man magnet when I wear black. Ive worked hard for my career. Workplace relations.h.i.+ps might put that at risk. Most men are b.a.s.t.a.r.ds anyway, interested only in s.e.x, football and drinking. I do boyfriends, but only until they want me to cook them a 'special meal or wash their clothes. I lived with a guy once but soon felt like his mother. I dumped him. Since then, Ive taken my pleasure carefully and on my own terms. It seems to work for me.

”Thanks for dropping in, Mike,” I said showing him to a chair. ”Ive had a chat with Dave and Elona about the situation and Ive a suggestion for you.”

Mike looked at me and nodded to indicate he was ready. I cant say that I like this side of my job, but it goes with the territory and you have to harden yourself to it.

”We think itd be a good move for you to join Direct Marketing. Same salary, same status. Itd mean travelling more, of course, and working with a new team. Theyre a bit wet behind the ears, so we want someone with lots of experience.”

Mike looked blankly at me for a moment. ”Carry on,” he said quietly.

”Its a new project. Another feather in your cap.”

”Cut the c.r.a.p, Penny,” Mike interjected, ”I wasnt born yesterday. Im taking the flak for Elona, arent I?”

”Well, we need a solution to that too, and this provides one.”

”And what if I dont take this position?” he asked.